After the White Buffalo stories in amitakh’s hallucinatory ramblings, along with mention of bears, eagles and even crows, indicating a rather swift pull of the reins from UFOs and other cutting-edge conspiracy fancy to native american tribalism (under influence of beau’s interest in American history), it seems it’s become the chief inspiration and theme for amitakh’s philosophical wigwam and call to warriorship/retirement to any left that are hers. When self-declared gods have no better secrets to reveal, they make their own: the cryptic title of the royal-coloured dassta-ma-kha site, could be alien-speak, if you will, for Dust Maker. This was, lo and behold, the name of a medicine chief, pictured below, of a very superstitious tribe known as the Ponca. He was probably among one of the first generations of natives raised on government reserve. Quite a handsome and fashionable tribal gent for the time, eat your heart out Elvis. The word dust has spiritual connotation no doubt, but it seems it has a translation to ‘pain’, and might also be associated with the body and death.
Dust Maker lead “ghost dances” to bring about the “end of the world” and death of all white people, a harsh retribution promised by the Great Spirit for the bloodshed inflicted on them by the pale-face (see historical account). Needless to say, despite dancing themselves senseless for days, the end-of-the-world didn’t happen. Earlier attempts by other tribes were unsuccessful, and told of course that it wasn’t the right time for the ghost dance, but fear not, for they would be told when it was, only every one of them died before that time came about, over 100 years having passed since. Sounds familiar, the invariable prophecy/promise-flop syndrome of Amitakh/Chiappalone and other doomsday merchants and witchdoctors. The similarity isn’t coincidental. amitakh writes “the relationship between you and the Creator is your personal dance” – your personal ghost dance, is the chilling suggestion.
One might ask, should the tribal elder adorned in furs, feathers and face paint, perhaps on native psychoactive drugs and feeling immense loss and hurt, told by the Great Spirit that the world would end to exterminate all white people, be believed as amitakh suggests – along with much of their other mythology? Were the tribal natives really of such goodness, or was the practice of black magic pervasive, and like any other tribal groups, were they actually “savages”, warring among and killing each other frequently, before the settlers arrived? Were they in harmony with nature, or in fact chopping down trees so prolifically as to have affected the climate in Europe? Was their demise due to bloodshed by evil white European settlers, or did plague kill 95% of them?
Given tribal and its Dust Maker’s vendetta against white people now appears to be Amitakh’s new mantle and pow-wow pipe, the reader might consider whether they would want to smoke it as well. With due respect to the American Indians, though they were relatively primitive it seems, Bulldust Maker would be more appropriate for medicine woman amitakh and her tribe, regardless of how vigorously they wave their spears and superstitions at humanity.
Dust Maker (aka Pete Mitchell) – Ponca – 1898, died 1940.